I thought I patched it all up.
No holes anymore, I spread pitch on the floor.
Hoping it would stave off the puddles that build into pools that seem to eventually drown me.
I could have sworn I sealed the dripping ceiling tiles forever ago, guess more time has passed then I realized or maybe I'm just not as handy as I thought.
Can't tell how all these things happened in the first place.
Many claim it happens with age but I have begun to wonder if I sabotage in my sleep what I attempted to fix while alert.
Poking pin holes in a mindless stupor, distracted by the hollow happiness I gained in the moment.
I suppose that's all it takes for the enemy to get in. sin can leak back in through the smallest of openings if you aren't on constant guard, and honestly it tends to creep in even then.
Lord, only you can fix me to the point where I am spotless and immune.
I hold onto your hope and grace,
until the day I am standing next to you purified and whole.